Tales from Mordor - The Journal of a Watcher

Rûg's Rise to Warchief - Part 1

Sea of Nurnen

The sun was shining, the plants were growing, and the slaves were still running. Who knows how long it had been since the group of slaves decided to make a break for it the second Olgoth turned his back? Rûg reminded himself to beat Olgoth senseless next time he saw him. "Get back here!" Rûg shouted out, but that only convinced the slaves to run harder. Rûg growled, twirling his sword while yelling out obscenities, "When I catch you, I'm gonna cut your legs off and make you work on the stubs!". As the chase neared the north entrance to Fort Morn, the sound of a horn bellowed out from inside the stronghold and the nearby signal fires lit up.

Rûg stopped in his tracks, flicking his head towards the stronghold and the escaping slaves for a bit. He stomped his feet and roared before running into the stronghold, spiked club in hand. When he arrived at the area where the first signal fires lit, all he saw was a bloodbath. The bridge on his right had around five bodies strewn around it, while the courtyard was covered in blood and bodies, a few of them he recognized, and standing in the middle of it all, was the cause of the alarm. Grûblik the Flogger, former Slaver turned Warchief after he betrayed his master Târz the Knife, killing him and taking his place. It was obvious that Grûblik had killed all these uruks, their faces were smashed in, and some had green liquid dripping from their wounds, the same green that was on Grûblik's mace.

Rûg charged in, roaring at the top of his lungs and twirling his mace around, ready to show this traitor how to properly smash a skull in, by using him as an example. His roaring drew the attention of Grûblik, who turned to face him with a hearty laugh, before running at him, weapon raised. Rûg charged in, shoulder first, knocking Grûblik on his back as soon as he was close enough. He followed up with multiple downward swings of his club, spilling the blood of the warchief before ending his life with one last powerful smash of the club.

The former Warchief lay dead at Rûg's feet, his black blood dripping from Rûg's club. The thumping of footsteps drew his attention, as the reinforcements finally arrived, weapons drawn. They stared in shock and disbelief, a Warchief slain by the hands of a simple Uruk? It was hard to believe what they saw. Rûg raised his club high and proclaimed, "You see this?! You see the body of this shrakh?! He fought me, and he died! I'm the baddest uruk in all of Mordor!", The uruk crowd raised their weapons high and cheered for the uruk. "Follow me and let us carve our way into uruk history!" Rûg lead his army of supporters further into the stronghold, it was time for Rûg to become a captain in Sauron's Army.